Invisible To Her Bully (Jessa and Noah) novel Chapter 178

**Hearts Written in Silent Rain by Ava Bloomfield**

**Chapter 178**

Noah

As pep rally week rolled around, Ridgeville High was alive with an unmistakable energy that seemed to pulse through its very walls.

It was more than just noise; it was an electric anticipation. It felt as if every student, every teacher, and even the building itself was brimming with excitement for the impending Friday night game, each person buzzing with a borrowed thrill that was palpable in the air.

The gym was a whirlwind of chaos.

Blue-and-silver streamers hung from the railings, tangled and twisted, as if a fierce battle had been fought with tape dispensers and the streamers had lost. Poster boards leaned precariously against the bleachers, their hastily scrawled slogans shouted things like RIDGEVILLE PRIDE and CRUSH CLEARWATER. In the midst of it all, someone had spilled paint on the hardwood floor, and with a flourish of creativity, insisted it was “abstract spirit art.”

In the midst of this whirlwind, Coach had unceremoniously dumped the entire task of setup onto Jackson and me—because, of course, he did.

“Captains,” he said, clapping his hands together with authority. “Make it happen.”

Which, in Coach-speak, translated to: You’re on the hook if this turns into a complete disaster.

Jackson immediately shifted into his quarterback-general mode, taking charge with an air of confidence.

“Alright, banners on the north wall. Shane, stop leaning on that ladder like it owes you money. Carter—hold that.”

“I am holding it,” I replied, a hint of annoyance creeping into my voice.

“Then why is it sliding?” he shot back, his brow furrowing in frustration.

“Because Chris sneezed,” I retorted, gesturing toward our teammate.

Chris, caught off guard, held up his hands in mock defense. “I have allergies!”

The gym was alive with a cacophony of voices—teammates shouting commands, cheerleaders counting out their chants, sneakers squeaking across the polished floor. It was loud. It was chaotic. It was familiar.

And for the first time in a long while, it didn’t feel heavy.

As I tightened zip ties on a banner, Shane nudged me with his elbow, breaking my concentration.

“So,” he said, his tone casual yet teasing, “is your girlfriend coming to the pep rally?”

Without even glancing up, I replied, “Yeah.”

There it was—the truth, laid bare without hesitation or embellishment.

The reaction was instantaneous.

“ОННННН!”

“He said girlfriend!”

“Confirmed!”

“Carter’s official!”

Finally, I looked over, shaking my head at the ridiculousness of it all. “You guys act like this is breaking news.”

Jackson groaned from his perch on the bleachers. “I hate every single one of you.”

Shane laughed heartily. “Relax, QB. We’ll tease you next.”

Chris clutched his chest dramatically. “First Carter. Then Jackson. This is how society collapses.”

“She’s my girlfriend,” I reiterated, shrugging as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “So what? You jealous?”

Shane squinted at me, a smirk playing on his lips. “A little.”

The teasing continued, but it was all in good fun—just acceptance, easy and familiar, the kind that didn’t sting. There were no whispers, no side-eyes, no judgment.

And that mattered more than I wanted to admit.

At one point, Chris scanned the gym, his expression shifting to one of resignation.

“Okay, so basically… everyone is coupling up except me. This is messed up.”

Right on cue, Tori from the cheer squad strutted by, pom-poms in hand.

She didn’t even slow her pace.

“Maybe if you learned how to talk to girls without mentioning protein powder, someone would date you.”

The gym erupted into laughter.

Chris stared after her, wounded. “That was uncalled for.”

“No,” Shane interjected, shaking his head. “That was accurate.”

Jackson, unable to contain himself, laughed despite his best efforts, shaking his head in disbelief. “You walked right into that one.”

Chris sighed dramatically. “I hate it here.”

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